Spanked By Two Angry Ranchers

In the erotic romance novel A Bride For Two Brothers (D. W. Collins, 2013), our heroine Kelsey is on the run from an abusive cop. She holes up in Montana with a cook job on a remote ranch, but she didn’t stop to imagine what would happen when these two very old-fashioned men figured out she was on the run:

“Keep hold of her, Quint,” Marcus yelled as he got to his feet. He stepped next to his brother. “Look at what came over the wire at the sheriff’s office.” He waved the wanted poster overhead. “This little lady is wanted by the Chicago police.” Kelsey struggled futilely against Quinton’s iron grip.

“Well, well,” Marcus went on. “You tried to hide out here, but I’m going to warm your ass for trying to take advantage of us.” Without another word, Marcus pulled Kelsey away from his brother and took a seat on a big bale of straw.

She found herself bent over his lap in a second. At first he simply rested his calloused palm on her bare bottom. “You can’t do this,” Kelsey screamed. Marcus laughed and delivered a sharp smack directly on the widest part of her pale behind. She could not believe the fiery pain.

Marcus slapped again a couple of inches lower. “If you tell me to stop again, I will take you to the sheriff, and he’ll ship you back to Chicago. Is that what you want?” He stung her butt again. “What will it be, a butt warming or a night in jail? Speak up!”

She shook her head and groaned out a long wail. “I’d rather be spanked than sent back to Chicago.”

Marcus delivered another series of hard blows, and she wailed piteously. “Beller all you want,” he cried as he laid another blow to her pink bottom. “I’ll teach you to abuse our trust.” He spanked her again and this spank struck that exquisitely sensitive crease where a woman’s legs and buttocks join. “We know how to train little fillies like you.” She shrieked as rivulets of tears began to stream down her face. “Do you want to take a turn, Quint?”

The other man chuckled as he took the girl and transferred her to his broad lap. Kelsey could not believe her terrible luck. Of all the ranches she could have chosen, she picked a spread whose owners liked to spank helpless women. Could things get any worse? After a few more fiery spanks, Quinton directed his attention to her vulnerable thighs. They were soon as crimson colored as her bottom.

“How about it girl, what got you into trouble in Chicago?”

“I was stupid and fell for the wrong man,” Kelsey said as she frantically squirmed in a vain attempt to get away from Quinton’s powerful grip. She spent the next couple of minutes telling the Whittington brothers all about Carl and the ways he had abused her. She was so desperate that she held nothing back. “I loved him and I thought he loved me too, but it was a lie. He was sick and wanted a slave, not a lover. It was awful!” Her eyes darted from Quinton to Marcus and back. “Please, please don’t send me back to him. He’ll treat me worse than before.” Her body went limp, and she began to sob.

“Relax,” Quinton growled. Relaxing would have been much easier for Kelsey if she could not feel Quinton’s swollen cock pressing against her through the front of his tight jeans. She continued to squirm, but that only made his man flesh sprout more. “Did that circular accuse her of breaking any laws?” Quinton asked as he gently stroked the squirming girl’s soft brown hair to quiet her.

“No. It just said she was a material witness,” Marcus replied. “What are you thinking?”

“I think she’s a hell of a lot better cook than you are, and I think she may have learned her lesson.”

Marcus chuckled. He stepped next to Kelsey. “Have you learned your lesson, missy?” He lifted her chin until their eyes met. “Are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to do anything wrong,” she moaned. Her eyes darted between the two men’s faces. “I will never do anything bad again.”

“Well, you know what will happen when you do,” Marcus said as his rough hand patted her sore bottom. “We’ll let you stay if you promise to not hide things from us.” He pulled her off his lap and pointed to a nearby corner. “Stand there and keep those hands on your head. If you move, I’ll take my belt to you. You need to just stand there and think about what you’ve done.”

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